I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Pure magic emanated from beneath Vivian.

Vivian collapsed onto the throne, becoming a lump of mud.

It took her a long time to come back to her senses from her dazed state.

Vivian's cheeks and ears were flushed. She licked her lips and said with lingering satisfaction.

"This feels the best~ By the way, what part of the project you mentioned is still unfinished?"

Ian was absorbing the pure magic released by the dragon girl who had just been defeated by foot massage.

The long-dormant [Dragon Flame LV.1] has finally received an experience boost.

Perhaps it's because the dragon race's talents are not as easy to improve as ordinary talents.

Even though Vivian did release a huge amount of magic, she still couldn't raise Ian's [Dragon Flame] to level two.

But Ian was still satisfied.

So in a sense, being stepped on by Vivian a few times could actually be considered a reward.

Thinking of this, Ian answered somewhat absentmindedly, "The central area. The magic channels are too complex, and it's a gathering place for half-elves. To complete the channel map, we have to go there."

Vivian withdrew her small feet, sat cross-legged on the throne, and stretched.

"Those pointy-eared ones are the most stubborn; they definitely won't let you near. Especially their elders, their brains are harder than rock. Ian, should I kill them all?"

Ian, inside his body, made a face full of black lines and echoed somewhat speechlessly, "Kill! Leave no one alive! Then, before they die, they'll drain all the life force from the Sweet Forest, and you'll never be able to eat delicious fruit again."

"Never mind then~" She jumped down from the throne, then said thoughtfully. "However, there's always been an ancient tree of wisdom in Sweet Forest, probably in the half-elf settlement, that's been half-dead for decades..."

She turned to leave, then remembered something, turned back and pointed to the lizardman's corpse on the ground.

"Little Ian, this was actually brought specifically for you. You can get rid of it."

After saying that, he winked at Ian.

The magical vortex rose again, the black dragon flapped its wings and soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds.

The camp fell silent again.

Ian, who had been trampled and flattened, bounced up from the ground with a "pop" and returned to his original shape.

Vivian actually remembers that she can devour things, and she brought me a demon chieftain from afar. It seems that my foot massage attack has been very effective!

He hopped to the lizardman's corpse, his gelatinous body spreading out to completely envelop the body.

The devouring begins.

The lizardman chieftain's mangled corpse rapidly dissolved and disappeared in the deep blue gel.

A few seconds later, faint green scale patterns appeared on Ian's body surface, then quickly disappeared.

[Poison Resistance LV.3], [Highly Venomous Scales LV.3]

It seems there's hope for my mimicry talent!

Ian quickly tried to mimic a layer of highly venomous scales on his body. His originally dark blue jelly-like body was now covered with a layer of emerald green scales dripping with venom.

Holy crap! That's ugly!

It was green as if it had suddenly been infected with some kind of biochemical virus, and the fine scales looked much worse than its original smooth, gelatinous body.

Ian grabbed a piece of metal from nearby and poked himself with it.

These scales offer some protection, and the venom on the body surface seems to have a corrosive effect on weapons.

It's quite practical; suddenly turning ugly during battle can effectively blind the enemy.

Ian said he liked it.

He turned to the gilded rose squad, who had been standing there motionless.

At this moment, the three members of the team were still so engrossed in the amazing interaction between the dragon girl and the slime that they couldn't think straight.

Ian cleared his throat and said in a deliberately stern tone.

"Ahem... Alright, have you seen enough? Now it's time to get to work!"

Ian began assigning tasks to the group.

"Nicole, go set up a points board and use the Adventurers' Guild's system. Barbara, go help out at the medical tent; there are always dwarves who blow themselves up. As for Phoebe… you're strong, go do some bricklaying!"

Ian felt that the Gilded Rose Squad was still quite useful.

For example, these people could become Ian's front men in the human world, or they could be sources of information.

Under the leadership of Vivian, a leader who doesn't think things through, the Dragon Territory is basically completely ignorant about human affairs.

However, they can only be put to good use after the project is completed; for now, these few people can only do manual labor.

The members of the Gilded Rose Squad exchanged glances, wondering if the mission sounded a little...easy?

"Aren't you going yet?"

Ian urged her on, and Nicole immediately grabbed the other two and ran off.

At that moment, Ian looked at Charles.

He remembered the ancient tree of wisdom that Vivian had just mentioned, the half-elf.

Under normal circumstances, half-elves would never allow monsters to touch their core area, meaning that their magical energy channels lack a core area.

The relocation of Sweet Forest is just one step away from completion.

The half-dead, ancient tree of wisdom... this must be the half-elf's breakthrough.

Charles probably thought of this too, and the vampire and the slime walked towards the central tent at the same time.

……

Inside the tent, the faint light from the illumination crystals lit up the vampire's solemn expression.

Charles already knew the good news about the Fountain of Life when he returned to camp last night.

However, the final difficulty loomed before them, causing both the vampire butler and the slime beside him to unconsciously become serious.

"The Tree of Wisdom..." Charles murmured.

Pale fingers tapped the table unconsciously, making a "tap tap tap" sound.

Ian picked up a magic crystal and gnawed on it, also pondering how to proceed with the next move.

After a brief exchange with Charles's butler, both men fell silent.

The reason is that these half-elves are too xenophobic; they basically don't listen to any communication regarding monsters.

Not to mention being able to go to the other person's house to draw magic veins.

Charles broke the silence by pointing to the map.

"If the ancient tree is truly half-dead, then it is indeed an opportunity. The half-elves regard the ancient tree as sacred ground; as the ancient tree weakens, their tribe also declines."

Ian rolled up a few more magic crystals and stuffed them into his body.

The strong feedback that eating one would slightly increase one's maximum mana made Ian somewhat addicted.

As Ian munched on his food, he asked, "Can we make a deal? We have the Fountain of Life; how about we trade it for it?"

"Find a middleman. Half-elves don't believe in monsters." Charles frowned. "Especially you, the idea that slimes can purify the Fountain of Life is still too far-fetched."

Damn slime discrimination!

The slime's path to becoming stronger is indeed still very long.

Ian shrugged, saying helplessly, "Difficult? Then..."

The tent flap was suddenly lifted.

A fragrant breeze wafted in.

Hi everyone~

Mirabelle Frosting stood smiling in the doorway, her pink twin ponytails swaying gently in the wind, and the candy ornaments on her tutu jingling.

"I think I heard someone say... we need a middleman?"